Story and artwork from Sheri Lacina Lacina
Just a senior grandma trying to capture beauty and energy and life on canvas. I know that my canvas is primitive. I wish to capture the depth and discipline in any form that is so richly conveyed by the masters.
I am in awe of the presentations by others. Kissed a newborn in my teens and worked at an airport for thirty three years. I fulfilled my attention to home and family and income. My hunger for art and the academy’s rich and endless depth is a pleasure pursued.
As a child I captured doodles of family and friends. I presented a painting of peony’s in an art exhibit shown in the northwest suburbs of Chicago at twelve years of age. I won. The prize for the age group was a Saturday at the Art Institute of Chicago for six months. I was a kid and had to take a bus with a transfer in Des Plaines at the Sugar bowl restaurant. My portfolio was large and cumbersome and the Chicago winds blew us around. When I crossed Michigan avenue and entered the Art Institute I felt comfy and secure. The art rooms were in the rear and the smell of paint and the bustle of unaffected students prevailed. The classroom doors were open and the excitement of the day was bare. I felt like I belonged.